Oxyuranus Microlepidotus
On the verge of life and death,
To choose me or you is not a threat.
Past mistakes and patterns have reflected your kind.
No type of tame could control your mind.
It is my choice to pull the trigger.
Your toxicity shall now be gone.
Drown in your poison, a purpose to serve;
To drag you back to the ashes you came from.
-Active Volcano
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